The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Posted by ladyspade on Apr 21, 2006 21:03:09 GMT -6
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Daria laughed out loud but kept her eyes focused on him.
"Mmmm Good point." She kissed him again, "but we've never done the min the woods." she slipped her hands up his shirt. "So we may have to try them over again."
"Mmmm... I love the way you think," he answered as he leaned in to kiss her, his hands tracing light circles up her side, her shirt starting to ride up with them as they moved. Hmmmm... this would be a great spot for camping... very, very private camping...
They can find their own cliff, he thought, breaking the kiss briefly to toss her shirt in the general direction of the cooler, then meeting her lips again as he scratched his fingers lightly across her back.
Posted by ladyspade on Apr 21, 2006 21:17:23 GMT -6
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Daria laughed in her head.
Ohh, Mike, you're such a bad boy. She said, moving her hands up to his back and unsheathing her claws ever so slightly as she grabbed him. She turned her mouth to his ear and held it gently in her teeth, her breathing coming in shorter intervals now I might have to punish you.
Mike's breath cought as she bit his ear and he shuddered slightly. She had him relatively helpless... he couldn't move without pulling his ear in her teeth or, worse, making her let go.
Damn, it was great.
A telekinetic tug had the zipper of her pants sliding down as he ran his hands across her back, his eyes shut. Oh... no. How am I going to be punished today?
Posted by ladyspade on Apr 21, 2006 21:26:35 GMT -6
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Daria moaned a bit louder. Anyway you want
Who was going to here her except the chipmunks and chances were they were a bit caught up themselves.
And things were starting to matter less. The stone in her back could leave her with 24 hours to live and she probably wouldn't care at the moment. Very little mattered, except getting Mike's boxers off as soon as possible. Which she did, removing her mouth from his ear to kiss him again.
The funny thing about telekinesis was that clothes were SO much easier to remove than they would be otherwise.
Which was how, without even breaking their kisses or caresses, all of Daria's clothes ended up piled next to the cooler, folded neatly just so that Mike could be a smartass.
The hell with Whitmore, the hell with Johnny, the hell with Mudball. Was anything on earth more important than the beautiful, wonderful, completely naked girl in his arms?
Posted by ladyspade on Apr 21, 2006 21:37:12 GMT -6
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Daria had had a nice trip to the zoo after a stressful couple of days; this was just icing on the cake. She exhaled deeply feeling the warm summer air on her bare skin. There were bird singing near by or it could have been all in her head.
One thing was sure, when she said Mike did good, he did very, very GOOD